God is dead! The sky empty...
Weep, children, you have no more father!
-Jean-Paul Richter
I
Our lord lifted his arms skyward, like a poet in
a sacred wood. For a long, long time he had been
lost in sorrow too deep for rhyme, thinking
ungrateful friends had sold him out.
He looked down. Awaiting him there was the crowd,
folks dreaming of becoming wits, prophets, and
kings.Stupid people, lost in their bestial
slumberings, and he cried: "Now listen to me!
There is no god!"
Nobody stirred. "friends,"he called, "have you
heard the news? I cracked my head on the blue
vault everlasting;for days now I´ve been
hurt,bleeding!
"Brothers, I steered you wrong!Here´s the abyss
God left me alone at the altar, a vain sacrifice.
God is no more!"but nothing could wake them,
nothing...
II
He began again:"Everything is dead!I´ve passed
through all the worlds (got lost in the milky
way) As far as life´s richest veins ever spread
sands of gold and waves of silver, especially
where tides lapped the deserts, and in the chaos
of sea maelstroms...a vague breath in places
moves the stray spheres , but no spirit exists in
any of these enormous spaces.
Looking for god´s eye I found only a socket-Huge,
pitch dark, and bottomless.Such night seethes
there it seeps into this world, deepening always;
and around this pit arches a strange rainbow,
teh sill of old chaos. The void is a mere shadow
of that vortex devouring our worlds and days!"
III
"Mute sentinel,unmoving destiny, cold necessity!
change,traversing dead worlds beneath eternal
snows,making the whitening universe colder degree
by degree,
Unmoving mover,do you know what you are doing
with your burnt-out suns colliding
randomly...Will you pass the breath of
immortality to a world being reborn from another
dying?
O my father!Is it you that I feel in me? can you
live ,conquer death,do you have the power or have
you given in at the final hour
To that angel of night so direly accursed?I feel
so alone in my suffering.
Alas!If I die,it´s the end of everything"
IV
No one heard him groaning,the timeless victim as
he poured out his heart to the world in vain.on
the verge of fainting he murmured down to the
only soul awake in Jerusalem:
"Judas!You know what they think of me down there?
Sell me out!close the deal right now! I´m
hurting, my friend,far-gone,laid low.Come,you at
least have a criminal´s energy!"
But Judas passed on,pissed off,lost in thought,
bitter he´s been paid so little to see his name
scribbled on walls,an obscenity...
At last it was Pilate,Ceasar´s lookout whom pity
prodded to turn a partisan, saying,on
impulse: "Bring me the madman"
V
This was he, the sublime fool indeed,the
madman,sweet,torn Atys,whom Cybele gave new life,
this Phaeton in his prime god´s thunder cut off,
this sky-climbing Icarus,all but forgotten.
The augur pored over the guts of the sacrifice,
earth got drunk on his blood and flesh. Tipsy the
universe reeled on its axis,Olympus lurched
toward the abyss.
"Tell me" cried Ceasar to Jupiter Ammon,Via his
oracle. "Who´s this new god today lording it over
us, a god or a demon?"
No mortal or oracle ever would say.
But the one who gave souls to the children of
clay holds the key to the mystery-He Alone
-gerard de nerval
Weep, children, you have no more father!
-Jean-Paul Richter
I
Our lord lifted his arms skyward, like a poet in
a sacred wood. For a long, long time he had been
lost in sorrow too deep for rhyme, thinking
ungrateful friends had sold him out.
He looked down. Awaiting him there was the crowd,
folks dreaming of becoming wits, prophets, and
kings.Stupid people, lost in their bestial
slumberings, and he cried: "Now listen to me!
There is no god!"
Nobody stirred. "friends,"he called, "have you
heard the news? I cracked my head on the blue
vault everlasting;for days now I´ve been
hurt,bleeding!
"Brothers, I steered you wrong!Here´s the abyss
God left me alone at the altar, a vain sacrifice.
God is no more!"but nothing could wake them,
nothing...
II
He began again:"Everything is dead!I´ve passed
through all the worlds (got lost in the milky
way) As far as life´s richest veins ever spread
sands of gold and waves of silver, especially
where tides lapped the deserts, and in the chaos
of sea maelstroms...a vague breath in places
moves the stray spheres , but no spirit exists in
any of these enormous spaces.
Looking for god´s eye I found only a socket-Huge,
pitch dark, and bottomless.Such night seethes
there it seeps into this world, deepening always;
and around this pit arches a strange rainbow,
teh sill of old chaos. The void is a mere shadow
of that vortex devouring our worlds and days!"
III
"Mute sentinel,unmoving destiny, cold necessity!
change,traversing dead worlds beneath eternal
snows,making the whitening universe colder degree
by degree,
Unmoving mover,do you know what you are doing
with your burnt-out suns colliding
randomly...Will you pass the breath of
immortality to a world being reborn from another
dying?
O my father!Is it you that I feel in me? can you
live ,conquer death,do you have the power or have
you given in at the final hour
To that angel of night so direly accursed?I feel
so alone in my suffering.
Alas!If I die,it´s the end of everything"
IV
No one heard him groaning,the timeless victim as
he poured out his heart to the world in vain.on
the verge of fainting he murmured down to the
only soul awake in Jerusalem:
"Judas!You know what they think of me down there?
Sell me out!close the deal right now! I´m
hurting, my friend,far-gone,laid low.Come,you at
least have a criminal´s energy!"
But Judas passed on,pissed off,lost in thought,
bitter he´s been paid so little to see his name
scribbled on walls,an obscenity...
At last it was Pilate,Ceasar´s lookout whom pity
prodded to turn a partisan, saying,on
impulse: "Bring me the madman"
V
This was he, the sublime fool indeed,the
madman,sweet,torn Atys,whom Cybele gave new life,
this Phaeton in his prime god´s thunder cut off,
this sky-climbing Icarus,all but forgotten.
The augur pored over the guts of the sacrifice,
earth got drunk on his blood and flesh. Tipsy the
universe reeled on its axis,Olympus lurched
toward the abyss.
"Tell me" cried Ceasar to Jupiter Ammon,Via his
oracle. "Who´s this new god today lording it over
us, a god or a demon?"
No mortal or oracle ever would say.
But the one who gave souls to the children of
clay holds the key to the mystery-He Alone
-gerard de nerval
Vastaukset 8
Vanhimmat
Kun Herra Jeesus ilmestyy taivaasta voimansa
enkelien kanssa tulen liekissä ja kostaa niille,
jotka eivät tunne Jumalaa eivätkä ole kuuliaisia
meidän Herramme Jeesuksen evankeliumille. Heitä
kohtaa silloin rangaistukseksi iankaikkinen
kadotus Herran kasvoista ja hänen voimansa
kirkkaudesta, kun hän sinä päivänä tulee, että
hän kirkastuisi pyhissänsä ja olisi ihmeteltävä
kaikissa uskovissa,
2 tessalonikalaiskirje 1:6-
"...Jeesus...kostaa niille, jotka eivät tunne
Jumalaa eivätkä ole kuuliaisia meidän Herramme
Jeesuksen evankeliumille."
Siis, Jeesus kostaa tietämättömyyden? Todella
perverssi on uskontosi!
Se on mahdollista sinullekin, jos vain haluat.
Hän kutsuu sinuakin.
Minusta on hassua, että tahtoisi tuntea jonkun,
jota ei ole olemassa.
Tahdotko sinä tuntea Aku Ankan?
Mikähän tietäjä luulet olevasi kun noin varmasti
sanot että jotakin ei ole olemassa.Sellaisesta
asiasta vielä jota et voi todistaa puoleen tai
toiseen.
etteikö esim Ukkoa tai Thoria ole. Raamatun
jumalan, Jumalan voi todistaa vääräksi Raamatulla.
On helppoa todistaa, että Raamattu valehtelee ja
vääristelee totuutta.
Ni
Fiatinkin!